"The position of the Lord of Withering doesn't really matter to anyone," the human knight shrugged, "but since you can barely speak articulately, perhaps let's not bother."
"Ah! Dom! I'll kill you!"
Despite its limited linguistic abilities, the huge Maizeros Demon could still detect the mockery in Lancelot's words. It let out a furious roar and charged at Lancelot, swinging its flail.
The saw-like hammer head spun rapidly, tracing unpredictable, eerie arcs in the air. A dangerous cold light flickered on the hammer head, obviously extremely sharp; if it hit, even the sturdy plate armor would likely be breached.
"It is said that his flail is a replica of the weapon of the Werewolf Lord Yenogu. Who knows what power it might reach?"
